The minstrel had wandered her way out the front door. It seemed like it was quite busy in the hall, so she might come back in a few moments. Taking a seat on their front porch, she leaned back against the building and... heard singing? It stopped before long, which she thought was unfortunate. Good music was so hard to come by. With a quick production of a harp, the young lady began to play, wondering if the nearby vocalist would hear her? She tried to mimic what she'd heard, to encourage whoever'd been singing.

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